My contribution to the set is titled, ‘Double Dippin’ Daddies.’ Here’s a sneak peek,

18+

When Jamie entered the foyer, Reed was standing just inside the office. He deliberately checked his watch. “Fifteen minutes late?”“I can explain,” Jamie said hurriedly.“I certainly hope so, young lady.” He stepped aside and Jamie entered the office. Ethan sat behind his desk watching her.“Good morning, Daddy Ethan,” she greeted solemnly and went to sit in the nearest chair.“Don’t bother sitting down,” Reed remarked from close behind. His hand slipped under her skirt and caressed her bare bottom. “Good girl, you remembered not to wear panties.”Without warning he splayed one hand on her belly to hold her still and shoved a finger up her pussy.“Your pussy’s soaking wet. Is that why you’re late? Were you lying in bed with your legs spread wide and a dildo up your cunt?”Jamie’s mouth flapped open and shut. This sort of questioning coming from Reed was shocking. “I made sure I woke up in plenty of time, but I got pulled over.”Ethan shot Reed an innocent glance. “Pulled over?”“I, yes, I was pulled over for speeding, but for the life of me I can’t remember driving fast.” Her pussy leaked, leaving a wet trail down the insides of her legs.Reed held up the finger he just had in her pussy. “Ethan, I do believe our little girl gets off on authority. Is that what happened, Jamie? Did the officer who pulled you over get you all horny?” Before she had a chance to reply, he placed his wet digit between her lips. “Lick it off.”Jamie eagerly took his finger into her mouth and began to suck. With his other hand Reed pushed her down to her knees and bent over. “That’s a good girl. You like tasting yourself. Soon Daddy Reed’s cock will be in your mouth, but you must be punished first.”Reed pulled his finger from her mouth and yanked her up from the floor. Jamie watched as he began to unbuckle his belt. “Take off your blouse and bra.”

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Beneath hooded lids, Riley watched him walk to the door. “What am I supposed to call you?”He stopped and looked at her. “Call me?”“Yes, call you. Should I call you Mr. Wade, Jim, or how about Daddy?” The naughty part of her couldn’t resist poking the bear one more time.He appeared to ponder a moment. “Maybe Daddy wouldn’t be a bad idea. You certainly could use one.”“You made that observation quite clear, Mr. Wade.”

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Blurb:
After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases.

Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her?

The Viking’s Possession is the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Dominant Anders – 18+
Ignoring me, Anders presses on, pushing the phallus inside my ass. I buck against my bondage as it invades me, utterly conflicted by the experience. The ropes make it impossible to prevent this intrusion, and we both know it. This is why Anders has chosen to secure me in such a bizarre way. My sex and my ass are totally exposed, and vulnerable to his every dark desire.
“Feel my phallus claim you, my sweeting.” His voice floats from down between my legs. “You will take this for me for the rest of this punishment, and whilst you do, you’ll remember who is in charge. You’ll remember who can touch, claim, and explore, and who must yield, receive, and endure.”
I groan again, my head now flat against the bedding as the stone fills my ass. It’s not the largest implement, and Anders’ manhood is certainly longer, but the hard, cold stone is different to what I’m used to. It’s odd and unsettling, reinforcing Anders’ point with perfect clarity—he is in charge. He is in control. All I can do is take it, take the phallus and take my punishment.
Once he is finally satisfied that I have taken the length of the stone, Anders swats my ass playfully. “Good girl,” he says teasingly. “You will keep that phallus in place until I tell you otherwise.” His body shifts and his face comes into view over my bound body. “Do you understand?”
I’m nodding even before I’ve had time to process his question. This is what Anders does to me. He takes my usual clear-headed wilfulness and turns it to mush. I can argue, I can push and protest, but in the end, I know I will always submit to this man. “Yes, I understand, my Lofðungr,” I murmur.
He nods, smiling as he leans down to plant a chaste kiss on my panting mouth. “Now, let me pleasure you some more…”
His body slips from view and I squirm needlessly in my ropes. It’s like I cannot keep still because I know now what he has in mind. He doesn’t want to pleasure me at all, he only wants to build me up to the brink of ecstasy, before abandoning the pursuit. He wants to torture me with denial—that is my punishment. As his mouth descends to my pulsating sex once more, I’m overwrought with misery. His ministrations are amazing, his tongue flicking over my excited nib at perfect intervals, whilst the phallus fills my ass in its hard and denigrating way.
Within a moment I am right there again. My mind reels, and I consciously try to control my breathing, reasoning that I can fool Anders. Perhaps if I don’t make my burgeoning pleasure so obvious, I can trick him into thinking I am not at the brink. Perhaps I can achieve my orgasm after all? The idea gives me a glimmer of hope. I close my eyes, willing myself to remain as calm as I can in light of his merciless pursuit of my suffering, but oh, Gods, it’s just too good. Before I know what is happening I am panting again, my nipples beading painfully as Anders takes me right to the brink, before—inevitably—stopping short of allowing me to climax.
This time I screech in frustration, not caring what the consequences of my outburst will be. Damn him! Damn this man who has captured me in just about every way possible. It’s as though this Viking can read my mind, and he knows instinctively when I am about to explode. He is the only man who has ever known me carnally, and it seems he is truly at one with my body.
“Now, now, Aurelie,” he tells me, admonishing me in a gleeful way. “What did I warn you about that pretty little mouth?”
My eyes fly open, and I moan out of instinct, my hips—still rolled forward by the bondage—struggling desperately for some stimulus as Anders shifts from the bed. I’m vaguely aware of him stripping beside me, and then he disappears from my view, striding to the other side of the room. By the time he returns, I’m desperate. The weight of the contradiction afflicts me. The same things that irritate and repel me—the strange bondage, the phallus shoved inside me, and the unrelenting denial of pleasure—also arouse me. I know without needing to check that I am soaking with desire. Anders is playing my body like an instrument.
“Open up, my sweeting,” his voice coos from my left side.
I blink up at his towering naked form. His body is hard, chiselled perfection, and his cock juts out eagerly in front of him. My eyes dart to his hand, which he presents to me. Between his thumb and forefinger is one of the small orange fruits he had taunted me with in the Viking camp. My belly knots in anxiety. I know what is coming next.
“Now, Aurelie,” he tells me, his tone increasingly insistent.
My lips part slowly, my breath shaky with apprehension as I comply.
The expression on Anders’ face is pure lust as he appraises me. “I warned you, my sweeting,” he purrs, and I watch as the fruit moves into view, descending slowly toward my waiting mouth. “I asked for silence, and since you cannot comply, instead I offer you fruit. I’m sure you remember my favourite fruit, Aurelie.” He chuckles at his own words. “I always keep a bowl of fresh fruit in my chambers.”
If he expects a reply, then he gives me no time to offer one. The orange fruit slides perfectly into my mouth, capturing my teeth around its soft flesh. He grins down at me, satisfied with what he sees, and I do not try to resist. The fruit, I suppose, is inevitable. He must have known I would never be able to contain my responses during this penance, even if I hadn’t. This is what Anders had planned all along.
The realisation makes me wretched, or at least it would do if I wasn’t so intolerably turned on.

Someone or something is terrorizing the military academy at Buzzards Bay. Investigative journalist Phoebe Wilson is determined to get to the bottom of it and the last thing she is going to do is let some domineering Marine and his forceful attraction stand in her way.

Lieutenant Colonel Michael Lawson will accept no defiance…even from a beautiful, meddling female. The harder Phoebe fights him, the more determined Michael becomes to bend her to his will.

He knows Phoebe is hiding something and he will use any means necessary to get to the truth.

Warning: This book is edgy, dark and dirty. If the possibility of having your boundaries tested does not appeal to you, then please do not purchase.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ZOE BLAKE

USA Today and International Bestselling Author in Dark Romance

We are all attracted to the forbidden, addicted to the rush we get from reading something naughty. We love to lose ourselves in the fantasy. The powerful lord who sweeps the lady away to his remote estate to ravish her. The cowboy who takes the sassy city girl over his knee to teach her a lesson. The Scottish laird who prefers to make love in the wild. I write those romantic fantasies.

Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling author of hot, dark and dirty romance. She is also an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Being a multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.